“Oh. How… unfortunate.” She looked around, itching to throw something to make everything less boring.
Dangerous feelings! Chill. She rubbed her necklace.
“It’s fine. Really. Chasms know I’m not anxious enough.” She swung her bag back onto her shoulder. Kinda wanna see if it works. But also not really. It’s fine. “So what do we do now?”
“Thanks.” She attempted to flip it up with her foot, but it went under the dresser instead. She sighed and retrieved it, then grabbed a few things from the vanity. “Okay, I’m good.”
“Sure.” She glanced around the hall. Don’t want anyone else to hear, though… it’s fine. Nobody will notice.
She pulled a rough wooden flute out from her bag, then brought it to her lips. The tune was mysterious, almost haunting.
“No, you’re right. You might need it in a fight.” She went through her closet, which had been re-stacked with frilly clothes. With a sigh, she pulled out another tunic and pair of leggings, then shoved those into her bag.